In gardens

 in gardens

you're always aware

of the temporary

the constant waves

of changing blooms

that each have their

own days of splendor

in shining sun

and falling rain

each unfurling leaf

to display its glory

at peak of chlorophyll

only to intensify near

its finality and frailty

in gardens

you're always aware

there's never a lonely flower

its company is constant

in that it's never the same

from sipping bees and flies

to pecking beaks of birds

and snipping scissor blades

in gardens 

you're always aware

of the conversation

the sultry words of

sun baked helianthus

and cicada songs dripping

from the silky lily lips

the colored fruits sweetened

by the shortening days

when cold cabbage mornings

give way to crisp kale eves

and burning frost

blackens flora crowns

in the pale kiss of winter

which surrenders and melts

in the choir of crocus breath

and rays of daffodil suns